i LIKE rain

grey and rainy - i wish i was on the beach of keweenaw bay right now, either in baraga or on point abbey so i could get rained on while surrounded by huge pine trees sitting on slate rock and not at all worried about time or work or anything except the philospohy of my own life...

 

( poem from the drive to work )

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why does it feel like everyone else moves so much easier than me
just found out that a friend is moving to ohio for the summer
i want to move and have adventures and come back
it feels like an impossible dream
am i really so stuck or does it just feel that way right now?

how the hell do people have the money to move around so much? i barely have the money for coffee

or am i just too old in my head for adventures anymore? i feel about a hundred today and nothing feels very possible